The first part of this story is in the 'Loving Wives' section but as it upset all those readers either looking for vanilla romance or revenge stories I am posting part two here. If you are offended by husbands and wives enjoying sex with others then do not read this fictional story.
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I woke in the early hours with the thin light of pre dawn just about illuminating the room. It took some seconds to orientate myself and to realise that the sleeping form next to me was not Sara but Ingar. I left the room to use the toilet and then wandered into the living room area where I found Sara dressed and staring out of the window.
'Lets go,' she said.
We returned to our own room in silence and went to bed and slept. Later when we woke little was said. We both had hangovers and certainly I felt quite fragile. We ate breakfast in silence and deep in thought. I could not quite work out my reactions to the past two days' events. I had really enjoyed myself and had been very excited but there was the underlying doubt and guilt about what we had done. Gazing at Sara's face I wondered about her unfaithfulness and my unfaithfulness with Ingar. I knew that I loved Sara but now I was pondering whether she really loved me and was she questioning why I had encouraged her and how did she interpret it. I was unable find a way of raising these issues and sat there methodically sipping my coffee.
I imagined that similar thoughts were going through Sara's head as she was abnormally quiet and avoided eye contact with me.
We went for a walk outside the hotel complex in the surrounding wild scrubland and it was Sara who eventually raised the subject.
'We shouldn't do that again.' I remained quiet not knowing what to say.
'It's wrong and it will effect us.'
'How do you think?' I eventually answered.
'I couldn't bear to loose you and if you sleep around you will find someone else.'
'The same applies to you. I've only done it one night but you have done it twice,' I said defensively revealing my existing sense of guilt.
'Yes, but you encouraged me, you could have stopped it and none of them could replace you.' Her voice had a pleading quality to it which only heightened the sense that I had unleashed some awful genie which would not easily fit back into the bottle.
'We both enjoyed it. I did and you appeared to be lapping it up.' As the words came out I then only then realised the dreadful choice of words.
We fell silent again. She grasped my hand and we continued walking with Sara squeezing it every so often and occasionally giving me little kisses on my cheek. Suddenly she burst into tears.
'I don't know how to handle it. I love you and I don't want to loose you and I was jealous of you with Ingar and its all so dirty and wrong,' she said in a single gush.
I had to reassure her. 'I love you and nothing will take me apart from you. You're my wife and you are the most beautiful woman in the world. Ingar isn't the half of you. No one is.' I continued, 'We won't do it again and we will avoid Tage and Ingar and we'll treat this as just some aberrant holiday fling.' Sara looked relieved.
'It was hot though wasn't it,', she smiled playfully.
'Yes it was very hot and exciting.' I replied.
'So it might happen again, mighten it? Even if we didn't really want it to it might just happen? I mean if it was bad for us you would stop it wouldn't you?'
'I would always stop anything bad happening to you,' I quickly responded thinking about the possibilities which might open up.
The rest of the day we spent away from the hotel so that we could avoid Tage and Ingar. Our time was taken up with typical mundane holiday activities. Some sight seeing, the odd drink in a bar and eating in restaurants.
There had though been a change between us. It was if we were on our honeymoon again behaving like two new lovers who had just found each other. Sara would come up to me and hold my hand or put her arm around my waist and I would be doing the same. We would kiss whether there was an excuse or not reveling in each others company.
That night we both seemed to be extremely horny, kissing cuddling and making love or lying side by side stroking each other's bodies until sleep overtook us.
The next day we spent time around one of the pool areas chosen to avoid running into Tage and Ingar. It was uneventful except that we met up with Louise.
Louise was a lot like Sara. She said that she was nineteen but her body was more delicate and her demeanour appeared to more like someone who was younger. It was Sara who had met her first when she had gone to get some ice cream. She and Louise returned together as Sara had offered to lend her some English magazines. The two of them chatted most of the afternoon about fashion, celebrities and whatever else women talk about with each other. I concentrated on my book with the occasional dip in the pool.
